Holy Fuckballs! Where has the time gone!?

Wow.  So I have been busy getting laid and smoking a lot of drugs.  I feel like a CEO or something.  I don't handle any drugs, but I make a profit.  How sweet is that?!

I don't think I have mentioned this before, but I am friends with my Ex's Ex-wife.   In fact, I only met her because of him.  Boy did he hate me talking to her.  But she is cool.  She always has an ear, or shoulder for you.  We got into MANY fights, but we always come back to each other.  Maybe we get along because we both got into the deep dark pit in the Ex's brain.  Because we saw stuff that normal people don't.  I am not sure why, but we do get along very well.  But but but but but.

I had some butt sex this week.  Aww yeah.  You wish you could put your penis in my butt.

Anyway, so the ex's ex(and my friend,) and I were talking about sex, of course.  My friends knows that sex runs through my mind as much as a 16 year old boy.  I mention to her that I don't kiss a lot of the men I just want to have sex with, because kissing brings in emotions.  When I said this, she thought I meant me.  But I meant the men.  I don't need/want a man to like me.  Great sex can happen between two people who even hate each other.  Besides, I am scared of bad teeth. 

This is where we started to exchange stories from when we were younger.  Her story reminded me of something that was long forgotten.  So here is my story she made me remember...

I went to this party up north about 45 mintues from town, at a resort where the workers lived.  There were maybe 10 people when we got there besides the three girls I brought and out of those there were three guys there I thought were super fucking hot... like get my jeans wet looking at them hot.  One was a little hotter, and way more quiet, so there I was, drinking beer from the keg, trying to get this guy to talk to me.  He was playing a game, and I am a gamer, so I was trying to get him to talk about the game he was playing in his roommates living quarters and...

 ...suddenly I had his dick in my mouth, my bra around my neck, my checks were so fucking sore, and all I could think was, "What the FUCK happened here?!?!?"

It was so clear, so SUDDEN, it was like a switch, and my brain was suddenly working again, with absolutely no recognition of what happened since we were in the dudes room talking about video games.  It was the weirdest feeling in the world.  Absolutely no control,  I was so scared.  So I'm thinking of WHY I am sucking this guys dick until my mouth hurts. I was a pro cocksucker, so I must have been doing it for a VERY long time for it to hurt that bad.  Unless he punched me in the mouth before I "came to" or whatever.  After thinking about it awhile, as I am still sucking this guys dick I was like, I am not doing this anymore, and he was all like, how can you work me up so much and stop?  I remember feeling very guilty and I had no idea that I DID do anything...  I could not remember anything before that switch got flipped, so he's like, ok, let me fuck your mouth...

I figure I could do that since I did get him all worked up or whatever.  He is all going at it, fucking my mouth and I think, wait a freaking minute, what the fuck am I thinking?  Is he doing anything for me?  I make him stop, I put my clothes on, and go down the hall, to the third hot guys room, I crawled in his bed, and proceed to fill that horrible feeling of lack of control, with guilt, and sickness, and all things not nice, with soft caresses and sensual kisses.  I fell asleep quite happy and comfortable, woke up in the mornng, and tried to forget about feeling... violated(by my own brain even), and remembered boy number three, with the soft lips, and kind words.

I think I am more comfortable with sex than other people because of my huge range of experience.  I did get raped(another story, another day).  I did get molested(never going to hear much about that).  I did find love.  I had very kind lovers, I had rough-get-em-done partners.  I had screamers, I had men(and women) who never made a sound even as they came.  I have had sex in as many positions that my body would allow, and even some it wouldn't.  I have picked up men in bars, at stores, off the net.  I have used programs such as Adult Friend Finder and LavaLife to find some to meet up with for a quickie in a dirty motel room.

I think I should be a whore.  I should get paid.  Aren't you supposed to get paid for doing the things you love?  I am so long winded.  If I ever wrote a book, it would be as thick as a dictionary.  Good thing I am not a writer.  My editor would cry.

This is what happens kids, when you grow up too fast!  You become a WHORE who doesn't get paid.  You end up doing BAD things, like drugs that make all your days run together because your head is so foggy.  You live a sucky sucky loveless sexless life with only anonymous faces to bitch to.  It's a sad life, so you get your ass back in school, put down that pipe, and be with someone you love before you have sex.  And girls, don't shave your legs, EVER.  It is one of the worst things a woman HAS to do.  And once you do it, by the time you're 30, you will have to shave them twice a day for them to be smooth.  So DON'T do it.  And boys, if you want a girl to suck your balls, keep them trimmed, or shave them puppies.  AND CLEAN, cuz God Damn those fuckers can stink.

Hehe, Have a good day all!  And sorry this seems so choppy.

10:00 PM - Dec. 22, 2005 - post comment

Awesome

That was great - insight into a moment from your life. Thanks for sharing it.

coast2coast from blogexplosion!

Anonymous - 1:44 AM - Dec. 23, 2005

I learned a long time ago...

... that a shorn scrotum is a happy scrotum. Good stuff SA...

Rob

Anonymous - 1:51 AM - Dec. 23, 2005

Holy sheeit!

You covered a lot of ground here, S.A.!!! :+)

Neat to hear that, even today,
you're proud of your sweet F.A.
Nothing wrong with that
as long as you know that
cheeks (front or behind) weren't just made for fucking.

The only thing that disturbs me, hon,
about your story from "long ago" is:
this shocking 'my mind got lost someplace else
while I am puffin away on a lad's weiner' incident.
Wot was in those drinks, hon?
Wot were you smoking besides the obvious?
In the name of liberty, keep putting that pipe away!

I like the moral of your story...though.
It is a very good one...
learned 'the hard way'...
told as only you can tell it. :+)

Have a good holiday!!!

Steve - 9:59 AM - Dec. 23, 2005

A good ass is hard to find

Your story not only turned me on, it also disturbed me at the same time. I like that! You are very honest and open and have a unique blog and style. Keep smoking, I know I will.

plusultra - 8:29 PM - Dec. 23, 2005

I dont think ill ever stop looking at the side of the bed for money

When you charge for sex he nos why hes there you no why your there no bullshit i prefere it that way ! Roxy xxx

Anonymous - 1:34 PM - Jan. 1, 2006